That Forever Girl (Getting Lucky, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

“Yes, with you.” I kiss her temple. “It took me a while to accept the man I am today, and I’m still working on it. And it’s not that I’m sensitive about you seeing my leg; it’s that my leg is what broke us up. I don’t want to remind you of that.” Softly she brushes her lips against mine before pulling away. “I think we need to face it in order to move on. I have guilt over it, you have guilt over it. If we want to move forward, we need to accept the past and everything that came with it.” She kisses my chest and moves down my body. She scoots down the bed and starts to shimmy my jeans down my thighs. “Harper . . .” I breathe heavily, my skin prickling with nerves. “Shhh.” She drags my pants down farther. She positions herself at my feet and pulls my jeans and boxer briefs all the way off, revealing my prosthetic. Her fingers glide over the pylon up to the socket. I can’t feel her touch, but I can imagine it, her soft fingers like tempting feathers gliding over my skin, enticing me, warming me up inside. Eyes closed, I pause in this moment, soaking it up as Harper quietly heals our love with her understanding and apologetic heart. Though she has no reason to apologize, I know she needs to in order to start fresh.